For My Daughter - Title Poem

For My Daughter - Title Poem

Author: Maggie Devers December 2, 2025 Duration: 0:30

For My Daughter

Maggie Devers

Chop off my head and put it on your shield.
I will protect you until the day I die
And all the days after that.
You think I would let anything harm the perfection that sprang from my body?
That force that is me and infinitely you at the same time?
There is nothing in the world that could destroy us,
Not when a mere glance can turn men to stone.

Each day, One Poem Only offers a brief, deliberate pause. Hosted by Maggie Devers, this podcast is built on a simple, consistent premise: a single poem, read aloud, without analysis or introduction. It’s an audio space where the words themselves are the event, a performance meant to be absorbed in the few minutes it takes to hear it. The daily rhythm of the show creates a quiet ritual, a point of reflection woven into a busy life. You might hear a classic sonnet, a piece of modern free verse, or a work from a poet you’ve never encountered. The selection is varied, touching on themes from the natural world to the intricacies of human emotion, always leaving room for your own interpretation. The effect is cumulative; listening regularly becomes a subtle form of education in the sound and scope of poetry, and a small act of self-care. This isn't a lecture or a book club, but a performing art delivered directly to your ears. Maggie’s clear, thoughtful readings provide the only framework needed, allowing each poem to stand entirely on its own. The curtain falls, and the moment passes, but the podcast invites you to return tomorrow when a new piece takes center stage, offering another quiet moment, one poem only.
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